no one
gets control
of my tongue
nor my pen
in which I will stay
and happily play
Animals
Spot on!
a mosquito
nameth Gus
jabbed my spot
that was filled with pus
he said ewwww
I never knew
that instead of blood
it tastes of stew
Spelling bee 🐝
the bee
tried to spell
the word chincherinchee
but it was dyslectic
illiterate
and blind, you see…
Sing sing sing
birds that play
fly freely
are never caught
make silly noises
and sing
sing
sing
The damp of a dog turd (naughty version)
smoking hot
from ass to grass
a soft brown substance
came to pass
The damp of a dog turd (the messy version)
a spontaneous creation
of damp
spread
and left across the nation
The damp of a dog turd (the nice version)
early
on a sunny spring’s morn
something beautiful
and odorous was born
What a killer
what a killer
said the hunter
to his prey
I shot myself
in the foot
and I just saved your day
Baby bunny
new to life
fearless
yet frail
waggling
it’s tiny tail
freshly furred
brown ha(i)re(d)
and slightly scared
a baby bunny hops
on my grass
mixed with weeds
en masse
as birds sing
and bugs bug
the bunny
freezes
whilst an ugly orange cat
goes into stalking mode
I have to break up the party…
Eggs dancing
rhythmically
jiving
to increasing heat
my eggs dance around
in boiling water
without legs
nor cold feet
iMagine
iMagine
naming your dog
Siri
and calling him
“Hey Siri”
and iMagine
having an IPhone
Wolf
nocturnally
p’rtaining to the night
the animal wast adrift
and howling out of sight
Danny the Dalmatian
you’ve spotted me
said Danny
to the overlooking tree
you look
like you are thirsty
so I will kindly wet on thee
I also left you
a fragrance
to freshen up thy bark
so you smell nice
alone
in this landscape oh so stark
No fly zone
a fly
couldn’t fly
in a zone
of his own
so he disguised himself
as a book
but his cover was blown
USSuRper from the east
on your misery he shall feast
put im down
this usurper from the east
Stride
regarding my eventful stride
in the garden of perception
I ponder
and wonder
how I ended up
down yonder
believing fate
would caress my inner
conspicuous alteration
of thoughtful contemplation
that opens
and shuts shutters
of my ever vivid imagination
To the forest
rising damp
steam and smoke
misty sunlight
like a faded lamp
gazing upon dead wood
covering moist soil
the earth breathing
through snugly moss
trees waving
wandering gust
I should go to the forest
I really must…
Bipolar
M2 gay bears
were dancing on ice,
playing a game,
rolling the dice
The ice began to melt
as the heat was on;
all the love they had felt
had sunk and was gone…
Gene pool
mixed by
only a few
we are created
as off spring
amongst ourselves
in a small pool
of genes
by human
intervention
making us weak
not to mention
they did it
with every intention
just for money
not very funny
Thanksgiving
thanks a lot
for stuffing me,
said the turkey
to the cook
I think
it gave me the shits tho,
am I now
of the hook?
Witty words 